Fear by Rich Herrick

Fear

When the rain pours down
     and darkness spreads,
     the time has come to dread.
Doors are locked and windows barred,
     and pillows cover heads.

When the wind picks up
     and starts to wail,
     the dead begin their tale.
Ears are plugged and eyes shut tight,
     against the coming gale.

When the sun has died
     and the moon does mock,
     to menace souls in hock.
Charms are worn, the brave take stock,
     as Evil begins to flock.

When the madness is over
     and the night grows cold,
     the deaths having been tolled.
The victims are mourned, the living rejoice,
     the returning of the bold.

When the feasts begin
     and drinks flow free,
     thus spreading joy and glee.
The people will dance and sing of peace
     and forget what's come to be.

When shadows fall
     and doom covers land,
     and Evil extends its hand.
Will you stand tall and face your fears,
     or bury your head in the sand.